I was truly flabergasted when the Little Guy asked me if I had balls. Quite frankly, I was stunned. OG. Did he actually believe Big B. "No. No. Mommies don't have balls." I said. I really
wanted to say, "bigger then some Boo. Bigger then some."
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday School
We had an interview for Sunday School. Or rather pre-Holy Communion Class.
I wondered why we had to do an interview. It wasn't like the Little Guy was buying a flat
on Park Avenue and had to be screened by a board. I figured they either have space for him
or not. The stern not-so-friendly looking lady conducting this thing asked him to do the sign
of the cross. I could tell the Little Guy was getting rattled. He started rambling on about
something then his eyes went all teary. His hands were motionless. Then she asked if he memorized any prayers. We only do free style I said. You know, "we just talk." "Yes. Yes," she mumbled. In my mind, I was saying, "Big Stern Lady, why should my kid memorize something he wont understand?" I am forty and I still don't understand some of this stuff. I won't even bother going into the idea of confession. Sorry but I don't do the middle man thing. I certainly won't take penance from someone I've just met and have committed nothing against. In the end, it was determined that there was one spot left. Will the Little Guy be taking it? Gee, I could say, "Darn, we were playing hockey on Sunday morning. " but how does that look? I am already the bad Catholic mommy who doesn't teach her son the basics of being a good Catholic. "Well this is my priority," I said. "I am so glad to hear that." says the stern not-so-friendly looking lady rather quickly. Almost kind of like she was expecting me to say something else. Hmmm, I wondered, where there any other hockey playing mommies earlier? I ask how long this course will be. It seems the Little Guy is somewhat behind schedule. It will take him a year to catch up. So much for the six week course I had envisioned. Boy was I way off! On the way to the car, the Little Guy says "I don't want to do Holy Communion and I don't want to go to Sunday School. I'ld rather play hockey." "Last week you told me you hate hockey." I said. "I changed my mind. Anything is better then this." he says as he gets into the car.
I wondered why we had to do an interview. It wasn't like the Little Guy was buying a flat
on Park Avenue and had to be screened by a board. I figured they either have space for him
or not. The stern not-so-friendly looking lady conducting this thing asked him to do the sign
of the cross. I could tell the Little Guy was getting rattled. He started rambling on about
something then his eyes went all teary. His hands were motionless. Then she asked if he memorized any prayers. We only do free style I said. You know, "we just talk." "Yes. Yes," she mumbled. In my mind, I was saying, "Big Stern Lady, why should my kid memorize something he wont understand?" I am forty and I still don't understand some of this stuff. I won't even bother going into the idea of confession. Sorry but I don't do the middle man thing. I certainly won't take penance from someone I've just met and have committed nothing against. In the end, it was determined that there was one spot left. Will the Little Guy be taking it? Gee, I could say, "Darn, we were playing hockey on Sunday morning. " but how does that look? I am already the bad Catholic mommy who doesn't teach her son the basics of being a good Catholic. "Well this is my priority," I said. "I am so glad to hear that." says the stern not-so-friendly looking lady rather quickly. Almost kind of like she was expecting me to say something else. Hmmm, I wondered, where there any other hockey playing mommies earlier? I ask how long this course will be. It seems the Little Guy is somewhat behind schedule. It will take him a year to catch up. So much for the six week course I had envisioned. Boy was I way off! On the way to the car, the Little Guy says "I don't want to do Holy Communion and I don't want to go to Sunday School. I'ld rather play hockey." "Last week you told me you hate hockey." I said. "I changed my mind. Anything is better then this." he says as he gets into the car.
Monday, August 3, 2009
It Was Love At First Sight.
Pedro Garcia you've made me fall in love. My heart skipped a beat when I spotted those babies. I couldn't wait to get home to give M a fashion show. We were barely out of the parking garage when I whipped 'em out and put them on. With feet up in the air, I proudly proclaimed,"Behold the beauty that are my feet."
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